"I was a little confused," Lu Jiayi said, "It feels like I'm dreaming, and I can't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north."

"Look, there is East there." Qi Yang pointed to the sun that had just emerged from the window.

Lu Jiayi laughed and moved upwards, leaned her pillow behind her, looked at the sunrise outside, and said, "This is the city you grew up in."

It was this city that raised Qi Yang, and Qi Yang grew up here to what he is now.

"I didn't ask you, why did you go to Fuchuan?"

"To be purified," said Qi Yang, "There are many people here, many things, and I feel upset."

This answer is very consistent with Qi Yang's personality.

Lu Jiayi thought that he and Qi Yang were two people who were very far apart. If they could become friends, they might be mixed with all kinds of fate.

The inexplicable sense of loss that was filled with heart just now turned into a very thick emotion that lingers in his heart. He closed his eyes and felt a kind of warmth in an extremely shallow sadness.

He fell asleep slowly. When he woke up, he found Qi Yang lying on his side, sleeping soundly, with an arm on the quilt on his chest, his face very close to him, and he could feel the warm breath.

The heater in the room was turned on, and after a night of sleep, his body was hot, and his heart became hot. The feeling of loss he had just entered the metropolis was invisible, and he was only happy. He turned his head slightly and looked at Qi Yang's face that was so close.
Chapter completed!